Persona 20:
This is also one of my old characters before the guild fell, a few of them are actually on this page. The character does have a more European name but I don't remember what it was, however, his surname does not change. He is a virgin too in the sense I have never used him in an RP like how Judgement, Empress, Elissa and a few others have never been touched. He has been updated a little. Stuff like favourite colour and things like that are unimportant for this character.
This is also one of my old characters before the guild fell, a few of them are actually on this page. The character does have a more European name but I don't remember what it was, however, his surname does not change. He is a virgin too in the sense I have never used him in an RP like how Judgement, Empress, Elissa and a few others have never been touched. He has been updated a little. Stuff like favourite colour and things like that are unimportant for this character.
Name: Max Roy Gleech
Nickname: Raging Thunder
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Greek, quarter Italian and quarter French
Build: Bodybuilder
Appearance:
Height: 6” 1”
Weight: 14 Stone
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Blood Type: O
Scarring: A large one running across the midsection of his chest which ends at his right shoulder. Two tiny ones run across his face put there before receiving the helmet he has now. A few are on his back too, each in a different size and each going in different directions.
Beauty Marks: None
Dieases: No major diseases and none that can be passed on.
Arena Matches: 45
Weapons:
1st: Gladius
2nd: Trident
3rd: Cestus
4th: Sling
Personality: He is silent, he did not say a single word to anyone since the day he was separated from his bride to be. He is like a gentle giant and a psycho rolled into one. There is not much to him, just kill, survive and kill again until the day he is brought down. His love of death is great for the arena but outside it is something of a pain. His thoughts of his wife keep him going and is sure he will meet her again in this life or the next. He is a born showman and has no quarrels with beheading his opponent when asked. He does not have faith in a god, only faith in the woman he loves who is his whole world. She consumes him to the point of madness and so when in the arena he vents his anger because he is not with her. He does not hate anyone no matter what shit bag comes his way, the nature of the arena is to make prisoners pay for their crimes with death. He does not treat women differently as they are just as dangerous as he is. The only thing that stops him from going truly mad is a single song his mother sang to him when he was little, something about it is calming.
Bio: His parents were convicts, his grandfather and grandmother were convicts and to continue that tradition Max was a convict. Not a convict by choice, it just seemed to be in his blood and for that reasons was a convict. The only crimes he did were steal and kill others though he has never been caught stealing. One day he was caught in the act of murder, the deed was done but he had no real way out as steel had touched his skin by this point. He was taken to a prison where he stayed for a few year. For a while, he was just rotting in a cage until he landed himself in the hands of the Romans who put him into the arena. The arena was not easy, there was no running just going forwards. He had worked his way up from wearing no protection and using his wits to get where he is now a popular gladiator.
His reputation had reached many places, such places that had many Romans staying in. Max had to adapt to his new surroundings and learn new ways of killing his target though he had more fun doing it then the crowd watching. His choice of weapon is the Gladius, the sling not so much as it was not an accurate weapon. Due to having no chest plate many think they have the edge over him, they do but he knows many will go for that spot and so he waits for them to try. Once they try he will hit them hard as they will be open to an attack. Since every fight is to the death he does whatever he can to make sure he wins, he has had a few close encounters but has overcome them because of his quick wits. Even with a wound he would push himself to kill anything in his way and do it in style.
Behind the mask is a psychotic killer and his fan knew he is one. No man would do what he did in order to survive, much of it was questionable and so he was deemed insane. What he does not know is, his wife works in the arena, she as a sort of maid in the bloodwork. The man in the mask is hidden from her and since there are two arena training areas, bloodwork's, weapon storage's, etc he has never seen her. If he did he would truly take hold of her and never let her go again. One day they will know of each other, that day has to come sooner or later. But what happens from that point will remain to be seen.
Qoute: “Only the strong survive and only the psychotic do everything in their power to win. The art of killing is like a wine fine, you need to do it slowly and enjoy every moment of it. Finally, there is no mercy for the weak and wicked, maybe one day that will apply to me.”
Nickname: Raging Thunder
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Greek, quarter Italian and quarter French
Build: Bodybuilder
Appearance:
Height: 6” 1”
Weight: 14 Stone
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Blood Type: O
Scarring: A large one running across the midsection of his chest which ends at his right shoulder. Two tiny ones run across his face put there before receiving the helmet he has now. A few are on his back too, each in a different size and each going in different directions.
Beauty Marks: None
Dieases: No major diseases and none that can be passed on.
Arena Matches: 45
Weapons:
1st: Gladius
2nd: Trident
3rd: Cestus
4th: Sling
Personality: He is silent, he did not say a single word to anyone since the day he was separated from his bride to be. He is like a gentle giant and a psycho rolled into one. There is not much to him, just kill, survive and kill again until the day he is brought down. His love of death is great for the arena but outside it is something of a pain. His thoughts of his wife keep him going and is sure he will meet her again in this life or the next. He is a born showman and has no quarrels with beheading his opponent when asked. He does not have faith in a god, only faith in the woman he loves who is his whole world. She consumes him to the point of madness and so when in the arena he vents his anger because he is not with her. He does not hate anyone no matter what shit bag comes his way, the nature of the arena is to make prisoners pay for their crimes with death. He does not treat women differently as they are just as dangerous as he is. The only thing that stops him from going truly mad is a single song his mother sang to him when he was little, something about it is calming.
Bio: His parents were convicts, his grandfather and grandmother were convicts and to continue that tradition Max was a convict. Not a convict by choice, it just seemed to be in his blood and for that reasons was a convict. The only crimes he did were steal and kill others though he has never been caught stealing. One day he was caught in the act of murder, the deed was done but he had no real way out as steel had touched his skin by this point. He was taken to a prison where he stayed for a few year. For a while, he was just rotting in a cage until he landed himself in the hands of the Romans who put him into the arena. The arena was not easy, there was no running just going forwards. He had worked his way up from wearing no protection and using his wits to get where he is now a popular gladiator.
His reputation had reached many places, such places that had many Romans staying in. Max had to adapt to his new surroundings and learn new ways of killing his target though he had more fun doing it then the crowd watching. His choice of weapon is the Gladius, the sling not so much as it was not an accurate weapon. Due to having no chest plate many think they have the edge over him, they do but he knows many will go for that spot and so he waits for them to try. Once they try he will hit them hard as they will be open to an attack. Since every fight is to the death he does whatever he can to make sure he wins, he has had a few close encounters but has overcome them because of his quick wits. Even with a wound he would push himself to kill anything in his way and do it in style.
Behind the mask is a psychotic killer and his fan knew he is one. No man would do what he did in order to survive, much of it was questionable and so he was deemed insane. What he does not know is, his wife works in the arena, she as a sort of maid in the bloodwork. The man in the mask is hidden from her and since there are two arena training areas, bloodwork's, weapon storage's, etc he has never seen her. If he did he would truly take hold of her and never let her go again. One day they will know of each other, that day has to come sooner or later. But what happens from that point will remain to be seen.
Qoute: “Only the strong survive and only the psychotic do everything in their power to win. The art of killing is like a wine fine, you need to do it slowly and enjoy every moment of it. Finally, there is no mercy for the weak and wicked, maybe one day that will apply to me.”